Chapter 379 The Last Lesson

The password to the principal's office is lemonade. After all, it's not surprising that a new official would change the password to something he likes after taking office.

Harry walked into the office and found Professor Trelawney there.

He hesitated for a moment and sat down next to him.

"I must inform you very seriously that if Firenze continues to teach divination classes, I will submit my resignation to the school board!"

Professor Trelawney had been given half of her work since Firenze arrived at the castle.

This made her feel very upset in the past two years, and a sense of urgency of being replaced kept harassing her.

"Professor Trelawney, you know that the board has never given you any trouble regarding salaries."

Aiden crossed his hands and rested them on his chin.

"Yes, so what?" Trelawney was puzzled, but her focus had been successfully diverted by the Insighter.

“Look, since the salary has not changed and the number of jobs has been reduced by half, isn’t this a good thing?

Besides, divination itself is a course that requires talent, and the diversity of professors is also to provide students with more choices."

After saying that, Aiden looked at her sincerely, as if to say, "You should think more about the students."

"Is...that so?" Trelawney was fooled and walked out of the office scratching her head.

"Shouldn't Professor Dumbledore be responsible for handling these things?"

Harry waited until Professor Trelawney left before asking.

"He's gone traveling. Now the operation of the school is theoretically in the hands of us two directors," Aiden explained to him.

"Two?" Harry looked around as if to ask where the other one was.

"The other one is Edmund. That guy is almost isolated from documents. It would be a disaster to arrest him to handle school affairs." Aiden held his forehead with his hand.

"So Professor Trelawney..."

“Neither she nor Firenze can leave the school, and now anyone with the power of prophecy is coveted by Senior Tom.

Letting them leave Hogwarts at this time is like feeding meat into a tiger's mouth."

Aiden nodded at the table, and the cabinet next to it opened again, and a black meditation basin floated out from it.

"This is the last class. By the way, have you obtained Horace's memory?"

"No..." Harry lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Aiden.

Aiden sighed and asked disappointedly.

"Have you really tried your best? Have you really used your intelligence and talents? You have tried every possible way."

At this moment, Harry suddenly felt like he was facing Dumbledore, and he was filled with remorse.

"I promise you, Professor, I will get the memory!"

In his panic, Harry even called out the wrong name.

"Okay." Aiden nodded.

Aiden pulls out a memory from a house-elf named Hao Qi.

Pouring the memories into the water, the water in the meditation basin enveloped the two of them again.

The one who appeared before the two was a witch named Puziba Smith.

Her home contained many treasures, and then Harry saw young Tom Riddle following Borgin and Burke to her home to discuss business.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Smith!" Tom bowed.

"Oh, Tom, you are here. This armor is very expensive. It was stolen from the goblin leader by a powerful wizard during the First Goblin War."

Ms. Smith waved her hand, and a suit of armor with its chest seemingly torn by a dragon's claws came out by itself.

"Who is she?" Harry looked at Aiden curiously.

"She is a descendant of Helga Hufflepuff," Aiden introduced.

Harry was shocked when he heard this and had some guesses in his mind.

Tom and Ms. Smith had a very pleasant conversation, and during the conversation, Ms. Smith showed them her most precious treasure.

They are the relics of the two founders of Hogwarts, the Hufflepuff cup and the pendant that Merope Gaunt sold to Burke's when she was poor.

When Ms. Smith recounted the origin of the locket, Tom, who already understood his identity, had a strong desire in his eyes.

Finally, after bargaining between Ms. Smith and Borgin and Burke, the armor was bought by Borgin for five hundred Galleons.

The memory ends abruptly here.

Aiden came out from behind and grabbed Harry's arm.

"The following is the secret that I have glimpsed."

Aiden's voice reached Harry's ears, and he felt himself being swallowed by the gray fog.

They fell all the way into the sea of ​​consciousness and sank rapidly. Finally, the gray fog dissipated and they arrived outside Ms. Smith's house.

Harry saw Tom, dressed in a handsome suit, coming with roses, while Ms. Smith was getting dressed.

Tom crossed the crowded room, came to Ms. Smith, took her hand and kissed it carefully.

"I brought you flowers." Tom handed the rose to Ms. Smith.

"Oh, you are such a naughty child," screamed Ms. Smith.

He took the rose and placed it in the empty vase that had been prepared beside him. "You really spoil an old man like me."

Then the house-elf Hooch brought them tea, and Harry noticed that Hooch's eyes seemed to be clouded.

"Is this, the Imperius Curse?" Harry looked at Aiden, who didn't say anything, just nodded at Harry.

Mrs. Smith was totally unaware of the ill will approaching her and drank her tea as usual.

Soon, she fell to the ground twitching, with black blood flowing from her mouth.

Tom calmly modified the memory of the house-elf.

Then, Tom reported it to the Ministry of Magic just like he reported Hagrid.

Aurors came and threw Hao Qi into prison, and the whole incident was classified as domestic rebellion and patricide.

However, hidden beneath the Ministry's investigation was the fact that the two investigators were surprised to discover that two collections from Ms. Smith's home were missing.

"He's going to kill a person just to get two collections?" Harry couldn't believe it when he returned to reality.

"Given Smith's love for him, he could have clearly stated his identity as a member of the Gaunt family and redeemed the locket, but he chose to kill someone?"

"This is his nature, so do you know how to fight him?" Aiden looked at Harry.

Some special magic has begun to sprout in him.

His mother sacrificed herself for him, through the blood connection, and through the spell cast by Dumbledore, who possessed the same magical power.

This power was allowed to grow in the individual named Harry Potter for fifteen years.

"People, more people, cherish life, and love others!"

There was a golden gleam in Harry's eyes.

There is no need to rely on the power of the King of the Deep. The magic of love is created by the power of his mind combined with his magic power.

After a while, Harry's thoughts dissipated and the magic in his body calmed down.

"Do you still need guidance..." An unknown emotion flashed in Aiden's eyes.